Tonight, the pond man came.
It caused the llamas some consternation. I could not get them on camera, but they were running around like wild things.
He had to pull the little pond out, to drain, so that it could dry out a little before he forms the new dam.
Of course, I stood there and worried about every frog I saw hopping from the pond and praying that they would not get squished by the big caterpiller. Keith was golfing, so did not get to see it. He just got home, so is going to go down with the spotlight and look at it. Mr. Calovich made sure the llamas had something to drink from before he started. (a full, clean trough)
I'll try to take as many pictures as I can of the process. We expect rain here tomorrow, and he really needs to let the pond area dry out a little before he starts in earnest, so it may be a few days. We will end up giving up about an acre of the pasture for the pond.
Bye Bye, Little Pond.
(Addendum: We went down after dark with the spotlight, and there were many frogs standing in the ruins of the little pond, singing their hearts out.)